Three missed calls. All since I got home last night. I stare at my cracked cell phone screen from the discomfort of my tiny, lumpy bed. It used to be fine, until I spent a few weeks sleeping on the comfortable, heavenly bed in Cassius’s room.My apartment used to feel warm enough, too, until I found myself missing the familiar sensation of his arm around my waist, his body snuggled up against mine.I squint through the morning gloom across the single bedroom at the twins’ crib. They’re still sleeping soundly, unaware that everything has changed. Unaware of my pain.But that’s good. This is the only way I can protect them from feeling the same kind of pain.The phone buzzes again in my hand. Him. Again. I tap Ignore, send it straight to voicemail, then hold down the power button until the phone shuts off. I can’t deal with this right now.Eventually, I’ll need to. I’ll have to decide if I can face him again. Take the job—only the job, not the life I once dared to think might come with
How could he, at a time like this?But he cups my face in his hand and turns me to face him, and I see genuine warmth and amusement in his eyes. “You’re wrong, Manila. It’s not what you think.”I pull away from him, tears springing to my eyes again. I can’t watch him laugh at me. Mock me for trusting him. “If I’m wrong, then explain it to me. Tell me why you lied, why you pretended to care about me, about the twins. Why did you lie and pretend you wanted more babies—you already have children with her, don’t you? You have a family with a woman I’ve never even heard of.”“Yes you have,” he whispers.My eyes widen. Is he actually admitting it? Unable to help myself, I look back at him.There’s a quiet, sincere seriousness in his gaze, one I can’t turn away from. “You’ve met her. You know who the mother of my children is.”“I never met the woman in that photo,” I snap. But he’s already shaking his head, half laughing, yet with a spark in his eye. Something bright that catches the light as
“I want you,” he whispers, his voice low with feeling now. “I want this family. Once I realized you were single, available… I was consumed with feelings, Manila. I love you.”I blink hard, a solid lump tightening in my throat.“But I was scared to tell you, afraid that you would hate me. For hiring you for false reasons, for keeping this from you. I thought you wouldn’t understand.”“Cassius. Stop.” I tilt my head forward to rest my forehead against his, our eyes still locked. “Of course I understand. I love you, too.”“I want everything, Manila. You, the twins, a life together.” He closes his eyes again, a crease of pain crossing his forehead. “I can’t have more children. I’m infertile now. If you want someone who can, if you want a man who can give you more, I understand. But I won’t ever give up on wanting you, and my children. You must accept that.”I pull him into a kiss before he can say anything else so stupid or insane. The kiss sears through me, the kind of kiss I feel all th
Lucie started crawling today. It was cute at first, and then we both got exhausted, chasing her all over the living room, making sure she didn’t get into too much trouble.By late afternoon, Luca had figured out how to wriggle his little butt after her, and that just became a whole new mess.So even though it’s only 7PM, we’re both cuddled up naked in bed in Cassius’s apartment, watching TV on the big-screen in his bedroom.Only when the news starts in with the weather—and the date—does it hit me.“What’s today’s date?” I ask him, my heart pounding, though I try not to let it show. I don’t want to excite him. Don’t want to get his hopes up, not if I’m wrong.Surely I’m wrong.“The fourth,” he says, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. “Why?”“No reason.” I snuggle back under his arm, and he leans his head against mine, sighing contentedly.“Have I mentioned that I love you?” he asks sleepily.“Not today.” I tilt my head up to smirk at him. “Why?”“I’ve lost the remote,” he a
Book 4 is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret baby series. ——————- I had a one-night stand with my billionaire boss and surprise! I’m pregnant. And he cannot know. Travis Caldwell. The chiseled Greek god in a suit. It all started when I sold my company to him, which made him my new boss. We were instant enemies. His plans for my business make me want to scream. But before I know it he’s making me scream in the bedroom. I should probably stay away from him. Easier said than done when you work for the hottest man alive. His touch drives me insane, his kiss sends me to another planet. Now I want him every single day. I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to tell him about the baby when I find out, He’s been hiding a huge secret of his own… *Full Book starts here*👇 chapter 1 PAIGE Iwince a little as I burn my tongue on the hot coffee I am sipping, trying hard not to spill
TRAVIS Ilean back in my chair at the consortium’s offices in Midtown. I close my eyes and hold my scotch on the rocks to my temple in an attempt to dull the migraine that has been chasing me since morning. I have spent the day running around and putting out fires. It’s not different from any other day, but for some reason it’s taking a greater toll on me than usual. I take a sip of my smoky drink. It warms me from the inside out leaving a faint fruity aftertaste on my tongue. I pull my phone out of my pocket. It’s 8 o’clock in the evening, so I know Clark, my Head of Acquisitions, should be home from work.“Evening boss,” he says in a cheery voice.“I should fire you.”“What happened now?” I hear the laugh in his voice.“Why did you tell me to buy DeLisle?”“Because it is a young company with a lot of potential, and if managed well will become very profitable for us.”“Why did you suggest I keep Paige DeLisle on the payroll?”“Because she is the brain behind the entire operation.
PAIGE It’s been three days since my meeting with Travis and Jasmine. Travis has kept his distance. I don’t think he’s even been in the building since then. Which is ridiculous, considering I had to give up my office because his people insisted that he needed a place to work out of when he was in the building. So now I am in a smaller office down the hall from my old one. I’m in the middle of a team meeting with my design team, reviewing their sketches for the coming season when a knock sounds from the door. Travis’s head pops in. “Ms. DeLisle, I was wondering if we could have a moment.” I stand up from where I am perched on my desk and nod to the people in the room. They all start filing out as Travis walks in. Once the door closes behind him, he points at an easel holding a sketch of one of my most recent designs, “That’s beautiful.” I’m so entranced by the way he moves with such confidentease that it takes me a moment before I gather myself and say, “Thank you.” With one hand
By 3 o’clock I’m about to head out for a late lunch when my brother, Matt calls.I roll my eyes when I see his name flash across my screen. I love my brother, but ever since he graduated from college a few months ago, he hasn’t been able to get a job. I get it, the job market is tough right now, but every time he calls it’s to ask for a couple hundred dollars. He always promises to pay it back, but he never does.“Hello Matthew,” I answer the phone.“Hey big sis. What’s with calling me Matthew?”“That is your name, isn’t it?”“Yes, but you only ever call me Matthew when I’m in trouble.”“Okay, Matt, what do you want?”“What do I want? I’m just calling to say hi.”I immediately feel guilty. “I’m sorry. I’m having a long day at work.”“So the new boss is a slave driver, is he?”“No, it’s nothing like that. We are just butting heads creatively.”“Well, I’m sure everything will work itself out.”I smile. “I’m sure it will… Anyway, thanks for checking in.”“No problem…but there is one more
I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop."Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously."Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I me
CASSIUSThree Months LaterDeira made a beautiful bride.Watching her walk down the aisle toward me, with all our family and friends present, I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to marry me. In fact, I knew that every choice I had made since that moment I decided to step into that steam room, despite it unexpectedly being occupied, had been the right choice.It was a simple ceremony, because once I'd proposed and she'd accepted, we both wanted things to move quickly. Neither of us saw a reason to wait. So, our whole wedding party was just three people. Scott was my one groomsman, and Dani was her one bridesmaid, and Makayla was the flower girl. In fact, Makayla was something of a flower empress, having demanded to be put in charge of all the floral decisions for the wedding. When that happened, Deira just laughed and looked at me."She gets this from you, you know," she had said, smirking.For my part, I thought she had made great decisions. The flowers looked beauti
A few days later,I was standing outside a hospital room, fidgeting with my dress. Cassius took my hand, pulling it away from the floral garment."You look great," he whispered. "Don't worry." We were about to go into his mother's hospital room, where his parents were waiting to meet Makayla and I for the first time. Makayla was bopping excitedly beside me. She had been on cloud nine ever since Cassius and I had explained that she had grandparents, and they were waiting to meet her. I, on the other hand, was very nervous."Ready?" Cassius asked. I took a deep breath, and nodded.It turned out that I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Cassius's father immediately stood up and gave me a warm hug, and his mother insisted I come sit by her so she could hold my hand and talk to me. They both were very kind to me and, more importantly, to Makayla. Just as she'd been with Cassius, Makayla seemed instantly at ease with them. It didn't take long before she was chatting away to them, talk
DEIRALeave it to Cassius to make a dramatic entrance, I reflected as I stared at him from afar. Whether it was barging into my steam room or crashing into my car or running through the airport yelling my name, he never did anything subtly. I looked at him, standing there breathing heavily. Had he run through the airport looking for me?I glanced back at Dani, and she raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to say anything more for me to understand the question she was asking. That raised eyebrow said, well, what are you going to do? It might as well have said, well, Deira, what do you want? I hadn't expected to have to answer that question at the airport, right before we went through security, but apparently, that's what was happening. Now I had two choices.I could turn my back on Cassius, take Makayla's hand, and walk through the security gate toward a totally new life, or I could go over to Cassius and ask him why he was here. I could give him one last chance to be part of my life. It
CASSIUSThough my mother was doing well, I still spent the next week or so in the hospital. Now that I'd reconciled with my parents, I wanted them to know that I was there for them. But also, I knew that once I returned to my real life, I would need to talk to Deira, and I wasn't ready. Not because I wasn't sure what to say—in fact, the opposite. I knew that I wanted Makayla and Deira to be part of my life now, and forever. But we'd had such a rocky path, I was a little scared of how Deira would respond to me.So, I put it off for days, until my mom finally prodded me to leave the hospital."You've been here forever," she said. "Go home, get a shower, and get a good night's sleep. And then, once you're refreshed, maybe talk to your girlfriend about us meeting our granddaughter." She winked at me."She's not my girlfriend, Mom," I protested, feeling like a teenager."But you like her, right?" my mother asked, and all I could do was grin in response. "See," she continued. "You have to g
The next morning, Dani took Makayla to school on her way to work, letting me sleep in. I laid around her apartment all morning in my pajamas, then went for a quick run before getting myself some lunch. I was very consciously not thinking about work, or Cassius, or anything else. I had half-expected him to call me at some point, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be relieved. I didn't think I could talk to him until I decided what to do about Mr. White.In the afternoon, I picked up Makayla from school and took her to the park to play. That night, the three of us made pasta and played board games. It was nice to have some time to just have fun, without thinking about all of the stress of the past few months. The next day, after dropping off Makayla at school, I found myself thinking about my blog. I hadn't thought about it in months. I went to the home page and started looking over some of my past entries. Before long, I found myself writing down ideas for new posts. It had been ye
DEIRA I had hurried inside after getting out of Cassius's car, but I didn't want to go back to Dani's apartment when I was so upset. I waited until I saw Cassius drive away, and then I went back out to take a walk around the neighborhood. I had meant to calm down, but I found myself reliving our conversation and soon I was crying. Cassius not believing me about Mr. White hurt even more than I had let on. I'd let out all my anger on him, but beneath the anger was a deep pain and a sense of betrayal. Why did he think I would make something like that up? What did I have to gain from that? And did our relationship mean so little to him that the word of an employee he barely knew was better than my word? That last part stung more than I wanted to admit. For all the ups and downs of our relationship, it had never felt meaningless to me, but it seemed for Cassius this always came second to his job. He believed Mr. White over me, just like he had taken a business call instead of watching
After I got my dad calmed down, I went to find the doctor. I wanted a clear understanding of the accident and my mother's injuries. The doctor confirmed that the coma appeared to be because her body had been through a trauma, and that there was nothing worrying on the scans. All her other injuries were minor, especially considering the severity of the accident, but we wouldn't know her true status until she woke up. I made sure he understood that I was the point person now, and that my mom was to want for nothing. He nodded and reiterated that there was nothing to be done but wait. The waiting was excruciating.I found myself wanting to call Deira, but remembering the look on her face as she'd slammed the car door, I didn't think that was a good idea. I called Scott instead. He offered to come to the hospital, but I asked him to take care of the business instead. That way, I could concentrate on taking care of my parents."Of course, man. Whatever you need. Anything else I can do?" he
The address wasn't far, and I made it there in twenty minutes. Deira was just taking Makayla inside when I pulled up. I waited in the car and a few minutes later she emerged. I was going to get out and meet her, but she walked right to the car and got into the passenger seat."I can't talk long," she said. "But I realized storming off like that earlier wasn't helpful, so I wanted to try to explain." She fidgeted, like she was nervous."I did talk to Mr. White," I said, wondering if what he said was true, and now she was nervous because she regretted her actions. At his name, she glanced over at me sharply."Did he admit what happened?" she asked, seeming surprised."He told me his side of things. Why don't you tell me yours?" At the phrasehis side of things, her face fell. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Finally, she spoke."He accused me of sleeping with you to get my job," she said quietly."What?!" I hadn't been expecting that at all, and I was so shocked I fel